| Song | Wouldn't It Be Nice to Be Proud |
| Artist | Evan & Jaron |
| Album | Evan & Jaron |
| 作曲 : Lowenstein, Lowenstein | |
| Now I've found a little time to take a look back | |
| From the caboose and follow the tracks of my life | |
| They're tangled about lyin' true | |
| And I know it's just me, my point of view | |
| Those are the important too | |
| I don't need to check with the crowd | |
| Wouldn't it be nice to be proud? | |
| A door was open into the night | |
| I jumped through and turned on the light | |
| I started to see though it wasn't that bright | |
| I saw an island sky but it wasn't all blue | |
| My answers weren't right but | |
| I didn't wanna lose | |
| So I'd put up a fight and screamed out loud | |
| Wouldn't it be nice to be proud? | |
| And when it all is clear | |
| Your time to repair disappears | |
| Taking with it chances left untried | |
| I see my friend huddled together | |
| Tryin' to stay warm in nasty weather | |
| We'd beat the odds whenever they'd call | |
| And all the jokes that | |
| I played on my friends | |
| Never did get me in the end | |
| I guess I was given more than allowed | |
| Wouldn't it be nice to be proud? | |
| And when it all is clear | |
| Your time to repair disappears | |
| Taking with it chances left untried |
| zuò qǔ : Lowenstein, Lowenstein | |
| Now I' ve found a little time to take a look back | |
| From the caboose and follow the tracks of my life | |
| They' re tangled about lyin' true | |
| And I know it' s just me, my point of view | |
| Those are the important too | |
| I don' t need to check with the crowd | |
| Wouldn' t it be nice to be proud? | |
| A door was open into the night | |
| I jumped through and turned on the light | |
| I started to see though it wasn' t that bright | |
| I saw an island sky but it wasn' t all blue | |
| My answers weren' t right but | |
| I didn' t wanna lose | |
| So I' d put up a fight and screamed out loud | |
| Wouldn' t it be nice to be proud? | |
| And when it all is clear | |
| Your time to repair disappears | |
| Taking with it chances left untried | |
| I see my friend huddled together | |
| Tryin' to stay warm in nasty weather | |
| We' d beat the odds whenever they' d call | |
| And all the jokes that | |
| I played on my friends | |
| Never did get me in the end | |
| I guess I was given more than allowed | |
| Wouldn' t it be nice to be proud? | |
| And when it all is clear | |
| Your time to repair disappears | |
| Taking with it chances left untried |